100 Ways to Die

#2
#[1]

Death is an inhibitor.

As he felt the numbing pain shoot through his body, he looked down at the bullet hole in his chest. A clean small circle, yet it caused so much devastation.

He began to feel breathless. He knew what was happening. His heart was recoiling in shock. Shock from a direct attack. His vision started blurring, and he felt his legs weaken as he wavered from side to side. Soon, they gave way, and he fell to the ground, his body limp. He couldn't even move his hands to stop the impact, and as he stared at the small holes in the concrete floor in front of him, he bitterly tried to move his body, but to no avail.

His breathing grew even more laboured. He had to use all his energy just to suck in enough air. His head reeled in confusion, and his eyes darted to and fro, the only parts of his body he could move now. He let gravity topple his body over, and he rolled halfway onto his back. An awkward position, but he couldn't move.

He looked at the sky, dark clouds gathering overhead. He tried reaching out towards it, but his arms were lifeless. He tried calling out to it, but his voice died in his throat. He wanted to survive, but now, as he lay on the concrete floor, he couldn't do anything. His mind was raging, going through every ounce of information from his birth until now, yet his body remained still. Only his ribcage moved ever so slightly as he strained to breathe, blood pouring out from the wound.

It was a cruel way to die, not being able to do anything.
 
#4
Archerguy said:
I'd love to see decapitation

preferably not from guillotine


I'll think about it.



Also, I'm looking for not just ways of dying, but emotions associated with dying as well. Release, sacrifice, despair, etc.
 
#7
#[2]

Death is a single moment.

He felt the rocky ground scratch his calves as he was dragged across the dry plain. He stared up at the glaring sun. He had started the day so full of hope, full of passion, yet here he was, the only survivor in a field of dead allies. Now, we has going to become a symbol. A symbol of his enemy's power.

His captors dragged him a bit further, then roughly threw his hands down onto the ground. He looked around and saw a thousand cold faces of enemy warriors. A cool wind blew through his hair as he realized he was on a raised piece of earth. He was the centre of attention, but for all the wrong reasons.

His view of the sun was suddenly blocked by a shadow, and he found himself staring into the merciless hard eyes of the enemy general. The general looked up at his two henchmen, and they gave a nod of acknowledgement.

One of the warriors kicked him the side, and as he recoiled in pain, he was pushed over so that now he could only see the brown earth of the ground, bordered by his wet hair and the sweat surrounding his eyes. He looked up at the enemy army in front of him. They seemed as if they were anticipating something. What was it? What do they want with me? He moved his head slowly left and right, staring at the large group of men, and he couldn't fathom what they were possibly waiting for. Then he saw the sword.

It was hideous and large, gleaming in the noonday sunlight. At this moment, he realized what would happen. The enemy was about to make a statement. A statement that would send shockwaves through the rest of the land. A statement made in a single moment.

The executioner called out to the general, and he nodded in approval. The sword was raised, a black shadow on the ground he was staring at. In this single moment, this single moment of death, his enemy would show the world that they were truly undefeatable. It would happen quickly. A single moment.

He looked up once more, just in time to see the general nod again. The sword came flying down, and he felt its sharp edge slam down onto the skin on the back of his neck, and through it. As it cut through flesh cleanly, he felt it make contact with his spine. His neck was pushed downwards as both metal and bone argued with each other for dominance. Finally, bone lost, and he felt the sword regain its momentum.

As the sword left the front of his neck, he was seized with an incredible agony. It was pure unspeakable hell, and as he sought to scream to relieve the pain, his mouth opened quickly in horror, and he felt his skin stopping the movement of his jaw, trying to prevent him from expressing his complete hysteria and agony.

The ground grew closer, but before he could even comprehend it, his vision went blank. The head dropped onto the ground and rolled over, revealing his tortured face, eyes wide open, a phantom scream escaping his wide open mouth. He was dead, and his death had happened in a single moment.

 
#8
#2 is debatable. Would it really be instantaneous? Also, no mention of his body defecating? That's just wrong and it really saddens me!



Also, isn't it kinda weird that they'd be making ANOTHER statement. They've already made roughly a thousand of them, or so you said, right?



*bonks Handrail*



But I like this side of your work. Keep it up with the death. This is something I can read.



And again, I'd seriously like you to consider writing a short porn flick. You know you wanna.
 
#9
I suggest a persn being kidnapped or held hostage or POW tortured to death by the kidnappers



Also suggest a male person trying to defend his gf from a gang and then endeing up stabbed
 
#10
@Rah: Well, his death meant that the enemy had managed to wipe out its opposition entirely. It was a symbol to show that there weren't anymore soldiers oh his side because he was the last one and he just died.



And, defecation?



@Shadowwolf: Okay, I'll think about those.
 
#12
#[3]

Death is an exchange for life.

The entire world slowed down. In front of her, a lone child, standing, crying on the road. In the distance, a car, speeding, driver oblivious. She felt herself instinctively run for the helpless child.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

The distance between her and her target got smaller and smaller, but the car was gaining at an alarming rate. The baby's cries echoed in her ears, but it was suddenly replaced by the sharp screech of rubber on road. The driver had had slammed his foot on the breaks. The high pitched screech drowned out all outside noise, and in this noise there was a moment of silence in her mind.

She saw the car begin to slow. Still too fast. It would never stop in time. There was about four metres between her and the child. About twice that for the car. As she reached out towards the child, he looked up at her, tears streaming down his cheeks.

She was getting closer. Six more steps left. Five more steps. Four more steps. The car slowed down even more, but at this speed any impact would still be fatal. It was only about four metres away from the child. She strained her arm.

Three more steps. Two more steps.

One more step.

Her hand made contact with the boy's chest. With a surge of energy she pushed him as hard as she could. She watched his face, his eyes growing wide in shock. As he staggered back, out of the path of the incoming car less than a metre away, looking at her, she smiled. A warm smile. Her last smile.

The car smashed into her left side. She felt the sheer force of the car send shockwaves through her body. The car pushed forward, and her eyes grew wide as she felt her bones begin to shatter, pain coursing through her body. Her vision was obscured by black flashes, and as darkness overcame light, she was airborne.

 
#13
Mhmmm... that's what I like. Do more!



Try death by drowning in some way. You pick the premise. You'll do 100 of them anyways, yesh? There must be drowning involved!



:3
 
#14
#[4]

Death is a gradual process.

Day 2
How exactly did I get myself into this dilemma? I was just fighting a war, minding my own business when suddenly I get to be the special one out of a thousand to become a prisoner! Just my luck. I'll be trying to get my way out of here, so I thought I'd keep a journal to mark my progress.

Day 5
I met the enemy officer. He wants me to reveal key state secrets. As if I'm supposed to know any of them. Soldiers are supposed to fight, not keep secrets! He told my captors in a foreign language to do something. I'm not sure what he wants.

Day 7
Torture. It was torture he wanted. Those bastards kept me chained to a fence and whipped me over and over. My body still aches terribly. They won't accept "no" or "I don't know" for an answer! What am I supposed to do!?

Day 12
More torture. They dunked my head into water until I almost drowned. I can't tell them any secrets BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW ANY SECRETS! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW KEY STATE SECRETS!?

Day 18
I thought I heard a scuffle going on yesterday outside my cell. I heard my comrades' voices. They were coming! But no, they weren't there. There was no one outside the cell even though I screamed and shouted and wept for so long. Why is this happening to me?

Day 23
My captors are losing the war, so they've devoted their last monetary efforts to a single final offensive. That means that I'm getting less and less food. Yesterday's soup had a dead hornet in it. I'm not eating that shit anymore.

Day 26
More torture. Hands swollen. Can't write much. Why? Why?

Day 30
Need food, but no food. No food, no water, no nothing.

Day 33
Can barely move. Need water...

Day 35
Why this fate?

Day 38
Why?

 

Lily

Dead is the new alive.
#15
Nice thread~ Interesting in some ways : D *cough*



I like number 3 best. Your description of a certain situation that happens within seconds is more enhanced and detailed. Although I have to ask. Are those also the thoughts of this woman? xD she still has the ability to form coherent thoughts with all the fear and adrenaline coursing through her :D



I have to say, with the fifth one you could have maybe written more about his emotions during this torture rather than just description of what is happenening. But then again, you did do that with the last couple of 'dairy entries' and I like how it goes from full sentences to just a few words. The helplesness is clear as day. Meh I dont know why I'm bitching about it. Now that I've read it again~



You can maybe try death by a legal execution! In modern day, I mean. Or maybe even death caused by dehydration. Maybe a tourist getting lost in the middle of nowhere or whatever.



*is gonna stalk this thread* : DDDD
 
#16
Lily said:
Nice thread~ Interesting in some ways : D *cough*



I like number 3 best. Your description of a certain situation that happens within seconds is more enhanced and detailed. Although I have to ask. Are those also the thoughts of this woman? xD she still has the ability to form coherent thoughts with all the fear and adrenaline coursing through her :D



I have to say, with the fifth one you could have maybe written more about his emotions during this torture rather than just description of what is happenening. But then again, you did do that with the last couple of 'dairy entries' and I like how it goes from full sentences to just a few words. The helplesness is clear as day. Meh I dont know why I'm bitching about it. Now that I've read it again~



You can maybe try death by a legal execution! In modern day, I mean. Or maybe even death caused by dehydration. Maybe a tourist getting lost in the middle of nowhere or whatever.



*is gonna stalk this thread* : DDDD




Thanks for the comments. As for the fourth one, I was trying a different style of writing, where I just give the person's words and leave the reader to decide how he feels. It fits in with the minimalistic nature of diary entries. A prisoner-of-war probably wouldn't write about his emotions, rather only recount events. I thought it brought out the emotions better.



As for your question about #3, I would guess that the thoughts do belong to the woman, but in such a scenario they are haphazard, all over the place. After all, she is running across a road to save a child. She probably hasn't the time to arrange her thoughts at the moment.



Legal execution, eh? It puts a nice twist on death, especially if the person in question was in fact guilty. I wonder how a guilty person would react to his imminent death.
 

Lily

Dead is the new alive.
#17
I wonder how a guilty person would react to his imminent death.




Yes! I would love to see the turmoil of emotions of person with a death sentence. *nods vigorously*



About your entry 4, You are right that it did bring his emotions better. But only in the last couple of 'diary entries'. The first few seem to not have an enraged/shocked kinda feel to them, while I'd imagine that he must be feeling at least one of those. :)



>_> *hopes not have been to meddling* <_<
 
#18
Lily said:
Yes! I would love to see the turmoil of emotions of person with a death sentence. *nods vigorously*



About your entry 4, You are right that it did bring his emotions better. But only in the last couple of 'diary entries'. The first few seem to not have an enraged/shocked kinda feel to them, while I'd imagine that he must be feeling at least one of those. :)



>_> *hopes not have been to meddling* <_<


Well, I was trying to pass him off as being rather confident about his survival and/or escape at first. He's rather defiant, but as the days progress he becomes less defiant and more despairing.
 
#19
Looks like he lost all hope after day 18. Btw, whipping and water boarding? Come on, go for the extreme. I know you're capable of it.



:3
 
#20
I really like 3 and 4. They tell you how death can come to a eprson in different ways with different martyrs, but in the end it takes the life of an innocent. I suggest electrocution